Goldie Lookin Chain: Too sick

Alright man, we're gonna do a new tune yeah, we're just gonna freestyle it right? Eggsie, fukin' don't get sick on us, you always fukin' get sick."I promise man, I won't-I won't do anything naughty or-or rude words or nothing, clart."Yeah, coz my nan gets fukin' upset.Right, let's have a go, you ready for this, Eggs?"Promise"No fukin' sickness."Promise"Alright...Tracksuit, trainers, packet of fagsI've got a massive stack of porno magsKeeping it sweet, I'm spankin' the monkeyImporting the draw into the countryTwo Hats is crazed like howling mad MurdochAnd he's got a shellsuit made by ReebokHe'll do the vulcan grip like Mr SpockAnd he does bongs up the Fourteen LochsMy name's two thousand fukin' ADAnd he's got a degree in chemistryWhich helps when you're making LSDAnd he tests them on a bloke from Pil, called LeeYou know he's fukin' safe, you knows he's from the 'PortAnd he drives round Maindee in a fukin' escortHe's fuked up, nutter, he cut off his ballsSpraying bell-end spunk all over the wallsNo balls, no ballsSting, fukin' hurt when it started to splurtAnd he has to wear nappies and a medical skirtI was on the motorway, I cut a hole in the floorI dragged my fukin' bollocks all along the M4There was blood red skid marks all over the placeEverybody was screaming, should've seen the look on their faceThey was all fuked and scared of meCos I ripped of the balls just for the GLCNo balls, no ballsNow Two Hats, he's fukin' hard as nailsHe ripped his bollocks off to get out the local jailHe might have ripped the skin but he's famous in WalesHe can still get a stiff but there's a wind in his sailsHe got wrecked up and smashed his cock with a brickTurn it fukin' off....look, stop fukin' right now..What?...stop it now, it's fukin' sick, What?...It's fukin' sick...What?...fukin' stop it now...right, Xain?...Right, his nan's gonna get upset, right...well, I'll tell you what right, we'll try something else, we'll do something different, right...